I remember very well driving along the mainland of Mexico Pacific coast and passing through the region where the mangoes were grown for export. There were crates and crates piled up and awaiting pickup. We stopped at a bakery to get some puerquitos, gingerbread-like cookies in the shape of little pigs. As Sergio was walking back to the car, the lady ran from the bakery, calling, "Senor, senor, su camera". He had left his camera. It was a red plastic, $5 camera but when there was no time or place to stop that little camera came in handy for remembering details, and feelings of places. Then we saw Dos Escobas....the cat was there, I think a baby was inside, a lovely calm view of another WALL.